Like a line of zombies, we awkwardly left the theater. The collective dream was over, and it was time to go.

My eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the bright, florescent lights and my legs still hadn’t adjusted to standing up again when I began my drift. I felt like a newborn deer, staggering down the hallway into an unknown direction.

It wasn’t long until I found an area of interest to my fresh eyes. A lonely corner at the end of the building and down a hallway nobody else was heading towards. On one side of the hallway were large windows looking outdoors to the setting sun, which shone onto the wall that faced it. At the end of the hallway, peeking behind the corner, was a small table with two empty chairs.

In my disorientation this area looked uncanny yet nostalgic, even sort of inviting. I spent a minute or so taking it in until I finally “woke up” completely. By that point, I considered this drift to be over, and we turned and left.